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When our eldest brother, Du Hen, was a child, his father often held a yellowed photo and said to him: "Look carefully, son! I want you to remember this face, remember it hard! This is the enemy of our family! When you grow up, you must avenge your father!" Du Hen nodded vigorously. Next his father urged him to wash his face and feet and go to bed. The next day before dawn, I woke him up again and asked him to put on his sneakers and go to the mountains to practice Qigong. There he found him a martial arts master. Almost every day. Du Ren practiced martial arts very hard. He didn't say anything or ask anything. He only used the sandbag as the person's face and punched him to death with one punch after another. The master asked them to practice 20 sets of movements, so he would do 30 sets; the master asked them to arrive at 6 o'clock, and he arrived at 5:30.
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